8

I will not move from Reno-
the place of stall signs
11-9-92

Control is here over sex
and The Madonna.

What do I do to gin
this frown.

I have to frown to
show, but for a clown

Must I go on with these
short-brakes and shock.

This town you’ve hone too
far.

From my screen of thoughts
being made of light.

My Genesis is grown on
a vine left swinging.

Register your complaint with
me.

-Steps long and hard-

Desire for beauty and love.

I’m it to be, and for it.
11-10-92

Listener of my muse and think.

Think from the sentence and
jewels will fall.

Hournal of love and stroke
comes to knowledge.

The figure of distant light
is a cold murmur of fear.

Often asked the query of
muse.

Come to my mind as
lost with heart.

Caught by the sensor-

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